minnows.� Jack Boutcher is doing pretty well in
his new business, has a snug little house in Starch
Green, buys pigeons which strangers shoot when
he lets �em out and keeps lots of fowls which
won�t lay eggs. He is now father of a girl who
sleeps quietly under the infliction of �the brutal name
of Jane Elizabeth.�
14. Wednesday. Office. Writing at night.
15. Thursday. Going down Broadway in company
with Haney this morning, as I stopped opposite to the
site of what was once the Irving House, an ingenious
attempt at petty imposition was practiced upon me.
I had produced my pocket book to pay for a paper
when a bulky-looking fellow dressed like a laboring
man, with blue overalls, little gaiters, and cap addres-
sing me with a thick Irish brogue inquired if I were
not a farmer and whether I couldn�t give him
a little job or so. I being alive to the dodge
asked him whether I looked like a farmer &c,
upon which he went on to say that had�nt had
any breakfast, �wouldn�t I give him six pence?�
Now Parton had been twice accosted by this
very knave last winter, having relieved him the
first time. The fellow then, as now, carried
over his shoulder a shovel and a very clean basket.
On mentioning the dodge to Haney he slink
off, accepting his position as rogue instantly!
Office. Writing in the evening.